I swear I'm turning into my dad because all the stuff he'd listen to when I was growing up was ACDC and Lynyrd Skynyrd
So much shit on the radiowaves these days sucks ass
Have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things
Just knew it. The years have proven me right. The only band out of all that crap that has stood the test of time. Pop? Rock?
What a voice. What cheekbones. What production. What absolute romantic and innocent love for the female of the species.
When she glows in the dark
And I'm weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty
In which I can hide
Love these Norwegian boys (no homo)!
Mags, Pals and Morty for the win!
Have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things
Those that have the love, know the fear...
That point in the relationship where fucking her sideways and left, right and centre every afternoon doesn't quite have the same effect any more.
But is it enough?
That moment where you feel your grip slipping on the relationship...
One of my favourite songs ever.
There is a kind of melancholic longing in their melodies whilst still maintaining a strong dominant rock kind of vibe:
Then they spin it back, masters of mood, they are!
Produced by Alan Tarney. Giving it that gated and distorted guitar train-track underpinning before it got stolen by techno a few years later. Pals is a great guitarist. Mags is a great keyboard player - he did things with just a DX7 and Juno-106 that shouldn't be possible. Morten has range and rasp and delicate nuance.
Hard to believe this shit is a third of a Century old now. Never bettered.
Great pop/rock songs powerfully produced.
Play them for your girlfriends young lads to show how sensitive you are!
City of New Orleans is one of my favourite tracks.
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
This song always gives me chills.
I see a Spanish lady in the New Mexico desert.
No one to disturb us.
Heady aromas filling my senses.
In my darkest hour...
It's a bastard to transcribe on guitar. It uses about 7 or 8 chords. Clue: there aren't any more than that. It reminds me of "Don't go back to Rockville" by REM. That also runs the whole full jobby!
The fact the guitar is also slightly out of tune to start with doesn't help.
But you learn in later years, that sometimes they didn't just tune it up or down a tone or two, the bastards did it in half-measures just to confuse you even more.